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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Game
The Game
Vocals
Erik Coomes
Erik Coomes
Guitar
Dion Jenkins
Dion Jenkins
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tony Cottrell
Tony Cottrell
Songwriter
J. Taylor
J. Taylor
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hi-Tek
Hi-Tek
Producer
Steve Daniel Baughman
Steve Daniel Baughman
Mixing Engineer
Andrew Dawson
Andrew Dawson
Recording Engineer
Bernie Grundman
Bernie Grundman
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
(Ol' English, drive-by, get high)
Smoking on the chronic, drinking
(Ol' English, rags tied gang-side)
Letters on my hat in
(Ol' English, drive-by, homicide)
RIP taxin'
(Ol' English, Westside till I die)
**** pouring out that
(Ol' English)
[Verse 2]
Once upon a time in the projects, yo
I watched my Uncle Greg put T's on his '64
I washed it on Monday so he bought me a gold chain
Shot cracking, watch colors, so I soaked up game
Jodie and Palo on his lap, that was my role model
Use to let me kill the corner of his 40-ounce bottle
On the weekend him and my Pops flash the vet
Till one weekend by Uncle got stabbed to death
He got murdered by a fiend, my pops ain't like that
He was from Nutty Block, they use to call him maniac
Crazy ass **** with Black Panther tat
Kill a ****, cross him out on his Compton hat
Told me when I got older I would understand that
It's blood in, blood out and ain't no turning back
Few summers went by and we moved across the tracks
Thirteen, that's when I first had my
[Verse 3]
(Ol' English, drive-by, get high)
Smoking on that chronic drinking
(Ol' English, rags tied gang-side)
Letters on my hat in
(Ol' English, drive-by, homicide)
RIP taxin'
(Ol' English, Westside till I die)
**** pouring out that
(Ol' English)
[Verse 4]
I wish the first **** woulda start a jacket on the block
Use to build model cars and make the motherfuckers hop
Mom's bang two for Crip, she was known for selling rocks
Let me collect the 40-ounce bottles it the dope spot
Bought my first Converse, thought I couldn't be stopped
When I creased up all my Khakis and threw all my Ronni Lot
Use to think that I was hard so I stole my brothers Glock
And that's the day my life changed 'cause that night he got shot
Killed by another Crip over his Rolex watch
I got high for three years off that chronic from the dock
I was drinking 40-ounces a lot
And every liquor store in Compton sold out the day EZ dropped
I start banging red laces in my high-de-dah
Drinking outta brown paper bag on my first drive by
I was a menace to society but I never left finger prints on my
[Verse 5]
(Ol' English, drive-by, get high)
Smoking on that chronic drinking
(Ol' English, rags tied gang-side)
Letters on my hat in
(Ol' English, drive-by, homicide)
RIP taxin'
(Ol' English, Westside till I die)
**** pouring out that
(Ol' English)
[Verse 6]
I got a lot of dead homies, some Blood, some Crip
This is life, stop watching that Boyz-n-the-Hood shit
You see this red rag hanging out of my jeans
I went to twenty funerals by the age of nineteen
Then I went to college, basketball was my dream
Quit the team 'cause I'd rather shoot rock with the fiends
Wanted to be freeway Rick
He showed me how to turn a stone of 5.0 into a brick
Bought a Cadillac, thought I was rich
Banging DJ Quick on Crenshaw, got jacked for my shit
Took a long chronic hit
And thought about the time when I was twelve years old
And I empty my first clip
Hit my first switch, same night, fuck my first bitch
Thought I was dreaming till her pinched her tits
She caught a stray bullet riding shot-gun in my shit
So I got her name tatted in
[Verse 7]
(Ol' English, drive-by, get high)
Smoking on that chronic drinking
(Ol' English, rags tied gang-side)
Letters on my hat in
(Ol' English, drive-by, homicide)
RIP taxin'
(Ol' English, Westside till I die)
**** pouring out that
[Verse 8]
(Ol' English)
(Ol' English)
(Ol' English)
(Ol' English)
(Ol' English)
Written by: J. Taylor, Tony Cottrell
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